Looking Out

a colder morning that

yesterday is here,

when letting the cats

outside or is it just

my imagination

as we approach the

end of the year?

light begins my days

but soon it will end

as clocks are changed

becasuse of some previous

dreadful experience;

one month follows the

other like footprints

in the snow, washed

away by the rain...

one year follows the other

like a body growing old

and we see what we want

to see disregarding the

truth is if disagrees...

a colder morning leave

me wondering what time

really means when inside

the warmth of the mind that

resists the bending of it...

the colder morning forces

that cat inside quicker than

he desires, sitting at the

window looking at himself.

1 November 2021

Regrets

regrets like used toothpicks

are thrown away after use,

since there is no point in

holding onto them any longer

than becoming aware that

they exist in the first place;

regrets like backwards thinking

have no useful purpose once

the original bad feeling has

been received and logged in

one's memory for future use;

regrets come and go like one's

memories after a certain age and

once they have been reflected

upon serve no other purpose

except assigning blame or guilt;

regrets offer no do overs or

make overs as with other parts

of the body and are what they

are...  and it is what it is...  or

generally speaking that is true;

regrets are packed away in a

mental suitcase, stored in the 

attics of our mind and are only

retrievable if an autopsy is

performed in lieu of cremation;

regrets seal the hull of the ship

that never sails since the captain

of the original one never drowns.

31 October 2021

Once Again

how quiet is the morning

when no one is awake

except the cats and I...

darkness floats around outside

waiting for the light as it

gradually disappears...

lights inside the house

resemble lights inside the mind

as doorways of consciousness

opening and closing

depending upon the brightness;

pathways connect and disconnect

faster than blinks of light

as it penetrates its dark lover

every morning aroused

by its own curiosities...

shadows become clearer

and then disappear as object

take on their own life,

thanks to the light and say

goodbye to that which made

it vanish temporarily into the

night adopting a sinister attitude...

reflections of light in the window

fades...  along with the background, 

streetlamps remain despite

their inabilities to see...

the day has arisen and life

as we know it to be...  can be

bought and sold once again.

31 October 2021

Birthday Gifts

an emptiness inside

an anger along with

disappointment...

few care about me

even fewer show it...

alone in life as I

wanted to be...

as I needed to be

for my own

peace-of-mind...

as age betrays my

awareness, my

consciousness betrays

my thoughts and I

steal feelings that

make me vulnerable...

hide them in a vault

of hate that lingers

inside my life like

a black cat sitting on

the wall of forgetfulness,

howling at all the feelings

that will never be felt...

a halloween prank

a birthday day

or payback...  who knows,

perhaps all three...

but it influences my

thoughts and seasonal

attitudes as it I were

simply already dead.

31 October 2021

Gigging Existence

inasmuch as I doubt my own

existence, do I wonder of its

alternatives that provide me

with the life to which I have

so easily grown accustomed,

but, with hesitancy do I proclaim

the thoughts that addresses me

otherwise...  as they are the

reason for the doubt that I harbor

currently in the first place...

I have no reason to see what

I cannot see nor do I think

what I cannot understand nor

do I fantasize about that which

is totally unreasonable...  yet,

that is exactly my newest plan;

life is interpreted so many ways

it is not unusual to see variation

that is congruent with my own

while being so unrealistic...

life offers us choices that are 

always made on our own behalf

that we are forced to accept

and take responsibility as if it

were criminal for us not to do;

we believe because we think

that we believe and in so doing

justify the proof of our existence

that is as illusive as capturing the

idea that created us at birth...

like catching a bull frog at night

without a flashlight or a stick.

30 October 2021

Steps to Here

this morning I awoke

with thoughts that

were not my own,

and when I tried

to investigate their

origins, my mind

was sent on a journey

from whjich it was

difficult to return...

a fantasy of sorts

filtered through my

consciousness and I

saw both the end and

the beginning of my

awareness as if it

were hanging on a

wall of doubt like an

expensive tapestry...

a bell rang inside me

that I would not see

nor hear as it began

to vibrate throughout

my being and when my

nerves moved in a

sympathetic manner

my body took itself

somewhere quite

unexpectedly as it

began to retrace the steps

that had brought me here.

30 October 2021

Alternate Life

up down

left right

in out

we have three dimensions

and time bending

through it all

like light...

sub atomic builds atomic

and the atoms

builds the molecules

that create the substance

with which

everything has but

the strings tie it

all together with their

constant vibrations...

without

our knowledge

other dimensions

form around ours

becoming more complex

and intricate

as we evolve

and rotate from

one inner space

to another...

looking for clues

or an opening

through which

we can pass

into what we

believe is an

alternate life.

30 October 2021

Purpose's Purpose

the purpose of our purpose has

no purpuse at all...  yet we

strive to reach one anyway,

hoping that we become more

enlightened that the day before

although we know not why we

persist is seeing it that way?

the purpose of our purpose is

rather non-existent since it has

no direction...  nor directive to 

have one...  we are left powerless

to perceive moving in random

directions like the strings of time;

the purpose of our purpose leaves

our emtions just as motionless

as our motives as we ponder

it all without action or regret...

as the dawns of our birth

finally allow us to see what was

not intended for us to see at all;

the purpose of our purpose comes

with its own contradictions as

we live our innocent lives in a 

not so innocent existence seeing

it all on a wide screen of what

we want to see rather than what

it really is or was meant to be;

the purpose of our purpose has no

purpose at all and never has as

it is just for us to wonder about.

30 October 2021

A Daily Unfolding

early morning darkness hides the rain that

falls all around our house and in the valley,

we pledge ourselves to sleeping through it

awakening at dawn without the abruptness

of annoying alarms...  we listen and learn

about it all never fully understanding why

the patterns surround us as they do...  and,

when we have time to pause, we drink a 

glass or two and then back outside we go

as if trying to find the cat that won't respond 

to the call when in reality we just want to

be in the midst of it all...  rain falls on our 

faces like tears from the eyes in the sky

that see us for what we are worth...

nothing more and nothing less...  and we,

bewg forgiveness for our crimes that

we may have committed yesterday,

carefully omitting those of today so that

we will have something to report for

tomorrow in case we need understanding...

a pause in the rain allows us to catch our

thoughts and the cats who had been

hiding and would not give us time to dry

off before they went off scampering...

we peer into our own thoughts as the

thoughts of our neighbors are still

sleeping and what we see troubles us

not in the same way as it has always been

even since we became an adult, leaving

our childones on the coastline of the

Carolinas...  a blue sky arrives out of the

darkness and I can finally see the clothes

i am wearing and see the unfolding of

a rather pleasant day ahead of us all.

30 October 2021

Halloween Prep

two days remain in this month of

ours before we start another and

last night ventured into the candy

story and all the shelves were empty,

they say its a supply chain thing

that we should have ordered earlier

they blame it on china's covid...

they say its the previous one's problem,

of all those who casted a vote now

wish they had not...  I'd say it's 

just politics and not like having a

johnny-on-th-spot...  we could make

brownies or rock candy in a pot

with these two days we have or

we could just turn off our lights

and go hide in our basement...

it's not like we don't have a choice

because we do...   it's just these

choices are not what we choose;

we defended our right to participate

so...  this is what we'll do, but

in the morrow when there is only

one day remaining, it may change

our points-of-view...  and if that

were to be the case, more finger

pointing will ensue and all our

friends will return their costumes as

there will be nothing left to do.

29 October 2021

Thinking About Time

yesterday my heart was

video-taped in order to

determine its condition,

my memory started early

about four I'd say...

and ended before Hemmer

started his show at nine;

results proved favorable

not at all expected and

the nurse fed me a

turkey sub when I was

back in recovery...

the doc came in before

the meal and said all

was well and that the

results of the previous

exam had given him

a false reading...  or,

maybe it just a way

to increase revenues,

since insurance pays for

most of it anyway...

today, I am back at home

and feeling fine and

wonder what all the fuss

was about that had me

thinking about time and

much of it was stil going

to be shared with me.

29 October 2021

Houseguest

not too far down the road from me

lives an old man who never was...

as he his no certificate of birth 

to which his parents will testify

and his siblings will readily agree

in that he does not exist in the 

normal sense of the word because

as a creation, he is only given life by

the creator who long ago overlooked

he was around, giving all his credentials

to another who was not as deserving;

not too far down the road from me

is a home built by the elves in the forest

whose green appearance helps them

avoid too many onlookers who, under

normal circumstances, would have

believed they do not exist, if it were

not for the home just recently built;

not too far down the road from me

is a wooden and brick bridge, under

which a fat, little troll lives with his

little troll brother and his little troll

sister that steals food from the old man

who lives in the home the elves built

and everyday he complains to the

constable that he has been robbed and

the constable does nothing because the

man has no birth certificate to prove

that he is alive and that a crime has,

in fact, taken place, so the old man has

decided to move in with me for awhile.

27 October 2021

Around the Corner

 

a hint of winter lays on the

ground with a early frost,

squirrels scamper from

tree-to-tree in wild oblivion

making sure all is well,

future homemakers sell

cookies door-to-door...  a

parent's vehicle shadows...

music from the band

filters through the air of

the homecoming game

and cars parked along the

are not disturbed either...

heroes are made off and

on the field as the former

is sold for five and a quarter,

cats perch on the window sill

of the home in which they live

watching others prance around

outside their territories...  

straw covers newly sewn seed

morning moisture gives it life

and the winds out of the

northeast indicate that something

is on the way...  pumpklns on

front porches sit along with

spider webs and ghosts waiting

for the screams of children when

they are not so easy to see...  the

fun is always just around the corner

from where we presently are now.

26 October 2021

A Rainy Visit

a mischievous boy dances

in the rain...  stomps on

puddles he passes and

chases the birds who have

landed down on the ground;

his clothes are wet

his long hair hangs down

around his head in curls

and one could easily imagine

that he is really a girl...

she wonders back and forth

along the open field as if

she has no cares in the world

or doesn't want to go home;

she takes the stick she's

been carrying and swats

at a rabbit hopping by but

the rabbit ignores her 

intentions and continues

with its stride...  up into

the sky she looks...  rain

falling in her eyes and with

a clinched fist held high,

she dares the heavens to

challenge her and any of her

foolish opinions...  but once

across the field and back

onto her cycle that brought

her here, she fires up the

twin cyclinders and holding

onto the handlebars with a

casual force she accelerates

down the country road as

she has really had enough.

26 October 2021

Driving By

down through the valley the road winds

made from dirt, grravel, and clay,

past the corn fields with no ears

as the harvesting has already been,

over the covered bridge whose slats need

replacing sometime soon and down

through the grove of apple trees and

back up the hill to Norm's whiose brick

ranch looks somewhat out-of-place

next to Fran's mother's log cabin...  and, as

it continues to offer the travelers a choice,

either the right fork down to the lake

or the left fork around the mountain,

and back to the beginning...  and when

the choice is right, a cattle pasture you

will see on both sides of the road with

a clearing off to the right as well...

the road passes Sandy's sawmill this is

up for sale they say...  and when the

road approaches the water, a different

smell is in the air while we meander

down small paths that lead to a variety

of tourist campsites, some of whom are

local...  but mostly foreign the be...

they venture down here from all over

the country to get close to nature and

the great smokies we are told...  but if

you decided to bear to the left at the fork,

a more interesting scene would have

appeared taking you into the heart of

nature and the home of the southern

black bear whose caves are out-of-sight

but who often comes down the wooden

fenceline to visit with disbelieving tourists.

26 October 2021

Soaking Wet

beside the weeping willow, beside the stilled pond

I sit pondering the inevitable like a southerner

sitting in the shade with a bamboo pole and line

in the water, waiting for a nibble that never arrives...

a sun drenched day develops slowly n the

foreground of the great smokies whose misty mornings

reveal less and leass about its famed heritage...

an ill-conceived habit creeps out of the sunrise

basking in its new found glory of awareness, letting

my mind drift along the gentle currents of the flights

of magestic eagles as they survey the forecasts of

impending rain in their skies...  where earlier none

was expected and sitting here was a good idea;

like Monet, lilies grow at the far side of the pond

but are still visible from my lines-of-sight and

seemed to have multiplied since I've been here...

a solitary bullfrog on a lily sits as if it were

deciding to take a dip in the murky waters..  it sits

and stares at me for what seems like hours,

seeking my approval which never comes its way...

a pair of cranes, a couple I suppose, casually

look around as if they feel uncomfortable feeling

comfortable here watching me drift off into a

state of cosmic consciousness as the wind they

call Moriah gently combs my thining hair...

my ponderings continue as does the inevitable;

whispers of a forgotten madness sprinkles itself

all around me like a carefully constructed and

well orchestrated rain and when I open my eyes

to confirm realize that I am now soaking wet.

26 October 2021

Coincidence

around the corner from the mind lies the

essence of our souls and those of mankind,

who venture froth each day into a world

of which they know nothing and as they act

out each hour of its passing they offer up

the impression they do not give a damn...

around the corner from the soul lies the spirit

of one's imagination that harbors no grudges

towards the mind that it betrays daily as it

revisits reality from the vantage point of

numerous perspectives, acting out its plays

in a familiar but precarious environment...

around the corner from the imagination lies the

hospital of memories of which few will survive

the onslaught of age that diminishes their viability,

preventing their aggravating rebirth and recovery

that oftentimes is as unpleasant as it is otherwise...

around the corner from the hospital lies the

personality of action or inaction as the case may be,

sifting out fact from fiction while addressing

each day as if walking in a military parade even

though its behaviors typically speak differently...

around the corner from the personality lies the

duality of it all and the constant struggle

between the conscious and the sub-conscious

fighting like step children in an unorthodox

approach to waging battle against the predictable

and the uinpredictable overlooking the ironies

that their battle for domination creates until the

difference between perspectives finally coincide.

25 October 2021

Seasonal Adjustments

a green tarp covers the above ground pool

an electric pump with hose sits on top

landscaping rocks secure the edges

but no rain is scheduled to test its reliability

contrasting colors in trees as their leaves change

while others retain their original shades

silence permeates the air save the barking dog

lights in homes have all been switched off

not to save money but because they are not needed

weather reports fall on deaf ears while eyes

are transfixed on smart phone applications when

to the casual observer who spends the time

one can tell there will be no rain today...

fall beckons its release as we transition

into another season of another year of another

decade that will prove better than the previous one,

mysteries are no longer unsolved as we have

seen them many times before...  playing out...

in a harmony of sorts with nature as it

stops paying attention to its own business and

begins to interfere with ours in its changing

patterns...  replacing humidity and heat with cold,

our attitudes are replaced as well by new ones

just like the changing of our clothes or the

wearing of more to maintain warmth inside

these encasements we call bodies...

universal languages are replaced by gestures

to those who have arrived her uninvited,

have now become our guests and we assist

them in their attempts to make adjustments.

25 October 2021

A Fall Retreat

the best of my thoughts sound like distant

drums echoing through a mountainous valley

that few have ever traveled...  the hollowed

out ringing rides along the surface of a

vacant mental river bed --  once filled with

memories too wonderful to ignore --  now those

memories fade as well as the life giving

waters that pushed them along once they

were divorced from the lake where summers

spent with the family held wreaths of enjoyment

once worn around the neck before causing

hives of despair to appear...  distant drums

beat consitent with their clockwork like

percision that was once reserved for only the

finest European mechanic, now are used 

by all the free masons whose lodges in the

valley hold vacationers as if they were occupying

seats in Carnegie Hall...  momentous applause

is barked our by the dogs who guard the valley

like they were the real gates of Hades while my

thoughts dwindle down to almost nothing after

they have been washed and cleaned...  pruned

and inventoried before winter storage in the

oak trees all along the valley's perimeters...

as a child, I looked both ways before crossing

now I let the driver exercise caution before

entering the valley where wonders never cease

to amaze those thoughts that have visited here

for the very first time...  a fall retreat beckons

to begin and since I must lead the procession

my leave of you and your, I must now request.

24 October 2021

Sunlight

sun through the window steaks,

sunlight bounces off fence rails,

sun reflects off window in door,

sun illuminates my interiors,

we bask in the sun,

we grow crops in the sun,

we work in the heat of the sun,

we exercise in the sun,

our lives revolve around the sun,

our climate is dictated by the sun,

our bodies are nourished by the sun,

our minds are calmed by the sun,

and it is the sun we take for granted

as we miss it when it is raining

or on a cloudy day or when darkness

cover the land since our eyes don't work well,

and it is the sunlight we first see when awakened

it is the sunlight that guides us through the day

it is the sunlight that gives us encouragement

it the the sunlight that motivates purpose,

and, it is the sun that stimulates the poet

it is the writers that use the sun in metaphors

it is the interpreters that see the sun as a symbol

it is the sun that enriches literature and heritage,

and when all is said and done it is the sunlight we need

it is the sunlight on which we thrive not darkness

it is the gift of sunlight that we share

it is the sunlight of life for which we are the most thankful.

24 October 2021

Abruptly

coffee first

and then perhaps

I will eat...  but,

the coffee drinking

continues until

the afternoon...

lunch first

and then perhaps

I will do the work

but the lunch

continues until

early evening...

dinner first

and then perhaps

I will clean up

the dishes used

but the dinner

continues until 

it is time to sleep...

sleep first

and then perhaps

the chores I left from

yuesterday will

finally get done

but the sleep

continues until

late morning...

coffee first

and then perhaps

I will procrastinate

no longer...  but my

life ends abruptly.

23 October 2021

Gone Fishing

the manner of my situation

changes as the time I spent

where I am fluctuates from

minutes to hours and my

mind refuses to acknowledge

that it is too old to adjust...

periodic adjustments are

made to alleviate the pain

but not only to they fall on

deaf ears but they do nothing

to alleviatgte the circumstances

of my discomfort...  as the

only viable solution is to

arise and walk around

which I refuse to do...  and,

it is at this point-in-time

that I ask myself why?

the answer that follows is

inevitably always the same...

I do not know...

it is this uncertainty that

aggravates me so...  there is 

always no one else around

with whom I can cast blame...

a fisherman I am not, so

my rod and reel is just a

mental concoction designed

to change the subject.

23 October 2021

A Silent Debate

at the edge of my recliner

where my feet laystretched 

out as far as they will go,

sits my yellow cat whose

eyes are fixated upon

my person in the hopes

I will leave the comforts

of my chair and kindly

open the door for him to the

dark enviornment outside,

and while this has been

our standard routine

for the last ten years,

he knows...  without a doubt

I will not get up

to let him out

until there is light...

so, he stares at me with

those slanted, menacing eys

that only felines possess to

solve a desperate situation

for his own will to prevail

as he tries to convince his

ignorant owner to move who

wants not to move an inch...

his relestness is ignored

so he closes his eyes and

within minutes his head

slides down to the leather

covering for a brief nap.

23 October 2021

The Arrival

soon to arrive light appears

the day for what it is...  

or, what it is not as one's

perspectives fluctuate...

the day grows into its own

functional awareness as we

set about our chores and 

paid duties for our employers,

chilly air is replaced by

warmer currents coming

in from the vents after turning

up our thermostats and

ingesting warm liquids...

soon to arrive light will

brighten up our countenance

after a night of restless sleep

due to the lingering memories

that unravel inside our minds,

displayed in one-act plays as

we dream a little between the

episodes of waking up...

our sight adjusts slowly

the darkness dissipated from

our view...  leaving only three

dimensional colors for us,

and interprets when clarity

becomes fixed and we see

exactly what we are supposed

to see and our daily routines

begin without interruptions.

23 October 2021

A Fragile Life

decades old are my

thoughts and feelings,

wrapped around memories

like a serpentine...

but in their repetitive nautre

there is awareness...  a brief

enlightenment that scorches

the soul one last time before

decaying into nothingness...

and, it is this absence of

substance that has created life...

my life as well as others who

enjoy their limited existence

which provides opportunities for

thoughts and feelings to be compiled;

decades old are my memories

my dreams and my fantasies and

my loosely worn aspirations...

expectations based upon 

perceptions and pre-conceived

ideas that were all ill-conceived

at the time of their inception...

a force of nature

a guiding hand

divine intervention

all were responsible for the

life given but nothing prepared

me for the decades I would live

or the reminders I would have

of the fragile life I have lived.

22 October 2021

Reliance

a cool morning's stillness

jogs my memories of a

gentler time when images

of hate were buried in the

fields of our great wars...

a chilling reminder of the

histories guiding our future

and the males and females

who sacrificed their beliefs

and fortunes by laying down

their bodies in protest and

woith the ultimate sacrifice...

a discovery of awareness

buried in the ash piles of the

dead provides evidence

of unintended consequences,

we all experience when our

daily prayers are offered

at the altar of success...

a wary remnant of like-

minded souls who have

vanished in the winds,

leaving behind the bastard

children of their youth...

a filed experiment repeated

time and again as our new

generations take exception,

refusing to honor the past

relying instead on the rhythms

of a cool morning stillness.

22 October 2021

Bill of Freedom

in the shadows of history we live

oblivious to the future into which we head,

mindful of those who live before...

the sacrifices they made and the

changes through which they endured;

inside the memories of the dead we stroll

oblivious to the present that surrounds

our daily lives and impacts the decisions

that force out unpleasant choices;

lying in between the sheets of our dreams

our thoughts intermingle with those

of the past whose visions of freedom were

diminished by the rules of law that allow

fragments of justice to lay on the steps

ourside the courthouses like grafetti;

invaded by the spirits of our past

we reluctantly acknowledge the sins of

our ancestors who imprisioned free wills

because of the color of one's skin

regardless of beliefs or taxes paid;

grasses grow atop the bodies of the dead...

we pray for their forgiveness with fingers crossed

and all the gods that motivate our behaviors

have been toppled to the ground from fear

while we hide behind the skirts of politicians

since all the males have been castrated

and their high voices no longer vibrate

with enough force to ring the bell as they

make sure their clothes are properly pressed.

22 October 2021

Bedtime Story

overhanging branches provide

shade for the young boy who

sits against the tree holding\a 

bamboo pole in his hands as

the fishing line descends from

it and into the murky water of

the little stream in front of him;

for hours he sits alone with

all of his abandoned thoughts

waiting for the tug on the line

that never arrives...  and,

every so often he checks the 

line sometimes replacing the

worm, that he retrieved from

the soup can that sits beside

him just as silent...  special

worms from his neighbor's

garden dug fresh this morning

without permission...  but

unknown to him, his neighbor

watched his actions from her

bedroom window on the 

second floor in perfect view;

at the end of the day and

without anything to eat, the

young boy removes himself

from his favorite spot, carrying

his bamboo pole and empty can

back to his adoptive home and

food then listens to the ever so

sad bedtime story of his life.

22 october 2021

My Birthday Card to my Wife

Another year has come and gone

and to where we know not why,
yet we mature in so many ways
and to others we are never shy;
A mother, daughter, and sister I am
as well as a partner for my spouse
and in a group I am no mouse
keeping true to an orderly house;
Daunting my life has been over the years
my body has been blessed with life and
when I look back on all those times
my days have been inside the rhynes
and everywhere I wanted I have been
buying new purses along the way;
Future years are yet to be but each one
will be void of tears as apprehensions
are replaced by wisdom and my feet
walk through the gentle memories of
the past that made me who I am today;
Photos live inside my mind of different
places and different times and keep
me company when its hard to sleep,
but once these years have come and gone
your birthdays always arrive on time.

January 3, ,2022

Last

awakened...

is the human who

sleeps like a lion

on the ground,

scouting...

his surroundings

maintaining vigils

whenever he can

a caged animal on

foreign lands,

hunting...

for his food

for his mate

for his survival

a never ending

journey to which

he was born,

proudly...

he stands tall

among his peers

by the sides of

his enemies

as he wonders

to himself

and finally admits

he is glad to be

alives as the 

last one here

on earth.

22 October 2021

All The Time

at birth we were given life

that is easy to know, but

from where did it come?

our life that is...

no just from the womb

or from fertilized eggs but

from when did it originate?

"a good question" you exclaim

"but I have no answers"

and therein lies the debate,

the one that says we were

created or evolved...

and yet with innocence I wonder

can it not be both?

it's not an easy question

and I don't really expect

any kind of answer...  but, I 

would like to know why there

are some who think they are

the ultimate authority...

we know that there are others

present in our extremely large

universe...  and yet, any speculation

in that regards is immediately

frowned upon...  as if we are 

only allowed one speculation

for each lifetime...  there are those

who swear by all that's holy in

their beliefs that we could have

lived multiple times...  but without

any guarantees of learning...

but what is learning without a

little verification?  and this now

brings us back to our birth...

and to those who say we have

"free will..."  well, I say...  where

was my free will when conceived?

life take us in and out the

various clouds of uncertainty and

while some of these clouds

evaporate some never do...  and

when I look up into the sky...

I see no beginning or end

and my thoughts dwell upon the

reality it has been there all the time.

21 October 2021

The Fall of it All, part II

a slight headache surrounds

my consciousness like the

dancing of an evening mist...

a time of reflections and

contemplations of the past no

one wants to ever admit exists...

and yet we know better even

though we weren't there, believing

in the words recorded in the

great books that we used to

study from in school...  we

are encouraged not to believe

what we have been told as it is

a white truth not a black one

and I wonder if that has

anything to do with a lie...  a

new history is generated to

explain the present with the

understanding that all of our

past will be false again...

the responsibility on the young

to write history as they want it

to be...  making it much easier

to remember even though

histories are no longer reflected

upon as they are temporary and

will never be repeated...  we are

at the mercy of the present and

those who take more than give.

21 October 2021